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Writing for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.

Enid Blyton

I expect when we grow up, we shall think like them – but let’s hope we remember what it was like to think in the way children do, and understand the boys and the girls that are growing up when we’re men and women.
ENID BLYTON

Children Except Girl Grow Men Hope Like Remember Think Women
The secret island had looked mysterious enough on the night they had seen it before – but now, swimming in the hot June haze, it seemed more enchanting than ever.
ENID BLYTON

Animal Children Enough Look Mysterious Night Secret Seen Swimming
Oh, I wish I lived in a caravan!’ said Jimmy longingly. ‘How lovely it must be to live in a house that has wheels and can go away down the lanes and through the towns, and stand still in fields at night!
ENID BLYTON

House Longingly Lovely Night Wheel Away Wish
The children gazed in delight. Nothing but trees and birds and little wild animals. Oh, what a secret island, all for their very own, to live on and play on.
ENID BLYTON

Delight Island Little Animal Live Nothing Own Pray Secret Very
Mothers and dogs both had a kind of second sight that made them see into people’s minds and know when anything unusual was going on.
ENID BLYTON

Anything Dog Know Mind Mother People Second Sight
I think people make their own faces, as they grow.
ENID BLYTON

Face Grow People Think Thinking
They saw the flicker of bats overhead. They smelt the drifting scent of honeysuckle, and the delicious smell of wild thyme crushed under their bodies. A reed-warbler sang a beautiful little song in the reeds below, and then another answered.
ENID BLYTON

Another Answer Bad Beautiful Crush Delicious Overhead Smell Song Thyme
Remorse is a terrible thing to bear, Pam, one of the worst of all punishments in this life.
ENID BLYTON

Bear Kindness Punishment Remorse Terrible Thing Wish
It wasn’t a bit of good fighting grown-ups. They could do exactly as they liked.
ENID BLYTON

Fighting Good Grown Like Xactly
The little island seemed to float on the dark lake-waters. Trees grew on it, and a little hill rose in the middle of it. It was a mysterious island, lonely and beautiful.
ENID BLYTON

Beautiful Dark Lake Little Lonely Running See Water
I am not really much interested in talking to adults, although I suppose practically every mother in the kingdom knows my name and my books. It’s their children I love.
ENID BLYTON

Adult Although Book Children Interest Kingdom Know Mother Practically Suppose Take
I don’t believe in things like that – fairies or brownies or magic or anything. It’s old-fashioned.’ ‘
ENID BLYTON

Anything Believe Brownies Fashion Frame Friend Funny Land Old
We must have Christian ethics for our children, good and strong, but we must make them attractive, too, and it can be done.
ENID BLYTON

Attractive Children Christian Ethic Good Make Must Our Strong
Well, you know what grown-ups are,’ said Dinah. ‘They don’t think the same way as we do.
ENID BLYTON

Children Country Girl Growing People Person Up
They lay on their heathery beds and listened to all the sounds of the night. They heard the little grunt of a hedgehog going by.
ENID BLYTON

Beautiful Bed Heathery Lay Listen Night Song
Never lose that honesty, Bobby – always be honest with yourself, know your own motives for what they are, good or bad, make your own decisions firmly and justly – and you will be a fine, strong character, of some real use in this muddled world of ours!
ENID BLYTON

Always Bad Character Country Decision Good Honest Motive Muddled Our People Person Strong

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